She ignored him completely and reached into her purse. He grabbed her wrist before her hand cleared the bag. “Don’t.”
I had never in twelve years heard that particular note of fear in his voice.
“Let go,” she told him.
“Please.”
“Callum.”
He released her, and whatever she was reaching for, it was clear he was far more afraid of me seeing it than he’d been afraid of me catching him with another woman.
She pulled out a small black case. For one absurd second I thought it might be jewelry. Then she opened it.
Two hearing aids sat inside.
“What is this?” I asked.
“They’re not mine,” Janet said, holding the case toward me.
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